Mira was unflappable in terms of composure.
Just because her enemy didn't seem to want to share his identity with her, that didn't mean that she let herself be overly preoccupied with discovering his identity.
All she cared about was the fact that she could make him bleed. Whoever he was.
Still, she found it rude not to ask at least once.
She smiled casually. "No plans to announce yourself?"
The hooded man was unphased. "I've no intention of giving my name to one of Abaddon's disdainful children."
"What about surrendering to one then?" Mira smiled innocently.
"I believe not. I look forward to seeing your father weep when he comes to find you and your head rests on a spear."
If the hooded man was expecting his words to rattle Mira, he was sorely mistaken.
She had heard more violent threats and taunts from individuals far more malevolent than him.
